Welcomed Guest: Knock, knock!Me: Come in! I apologize for the food and hairspray smells [as I finished lunch mere moments ago and then sprayed hairspray onto my hair]. Unwelcomed Guest (formerly known as Welcomed Guest): Why were you using hairspray?

Unwelcomed-Guest-formerly-known-as-Welcomed-Guest asked me that question with a dramatically sour face.

And the only thing I can take away from that is, mere moments prior to knock-knocking on my door, she must have had a ludicrously sour piece of candy that makes her face scrunch up to form a thousand wrinkles for me to see, so that I can shrivel up my face to form one or two wrinkles (I am young in age; she is not – at all) as a return gesture of my respect for the elderly and wrinkly.

But with me being young and immature, instead, I ignored her token of a thousand wrinkles and inquired as to how I could be of assistance to her – showing her no sign of wrinkle respect whatsoever.

She shared gossip with me. Then left. Then I sprayed more hairspray onto my hair because I live in a free country. Then she walked in on me hairspraying.

Unwelcomed-Guest-formerly-known-as-Welcomed-Guest: What are you doing now?

(said with more of this face)

At that point, I did the only thing that there was left to do in a situation like that – I lied.

Me: I’m air juggling.

Ha! Oh, I wish I said that. I don't actually have any balls. I just told her I was putting the hairspray away.